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Sam and Jack have been in their corner of the bar for some time. Long enough, in fact, that it's not so much their corner any more as it is their ... well, measurements in the bar are traditionally more like guidelines than rules, but suffice to say that they've taken over a sizeable section of it. Tables have been pushed together, sofas moved, and pizza boxes, popcorn, chocolate wrappers and sushi are dotted about 'their' domain in a proprietary kind of way. Somewhere there is a television - at some point, they watched movies - and cards and poker chips have been laid down on one table in a way that suggests that a poker game has lately been abandoned in favour of something more interesting and possibly involving sugar.
The end result of that sugar is that the aforementioned Jack is standing on a table, greatcoat flapping in a non-existent (but narratively convenient) breeze.
"Madness? THIS - IS - MILLIWAYS!"
Sam tugs insistently at his coat. Jack leans down and there is a brief, muttered debate.
"OKAY, OKAY, IT'S MADNESS TOO. Can't a guy mangle a quote any more?"
Tiny tags: Nori Ashida (Surge)
The end result of that sugar is that the aforementioned Jack is standing on a table, greatcoat flapping in a non-existent (but narratively convenient) breeze.
"Madness? THIS - IS - MILLIWAYS!"
Sam tugs insistently at his coat. Jack leans down and there is a brief, muttered debate.
"OKAY, OKAY, IT'S MADNESS TOO. Can't a guy mangle a quote any more?"
Tiny tags: Nori Ashida (Surge)